Part 4
Rushing down the hallway to Kurt's room reminded Blaine strangely of the fateful day he and Kurt met; running down the hallway that first day at Dalton. Because somewhere inside of him he had known that when they were running that it was the start of something amazing, something special and hopeful. So even with Finn huffing behind him, Blaine ran like his future depended on it.
"Blaine wait! Just one minute! Blaine!" Burt stopped Blaine outside Kurt's door.
He came screeching to a stop, red faced and breathless Blaine asked, "Yes?"
"Kurt's awake but he's a little different." Burt started slowly.
"Different? What do you mean different?"
"The doctor said that because of where he hit his head that this is totally normal."
"What's totally normal?" Blaine queried exasperated. Didn't anyone understand that it was torture to be this close to Kurt and not getting to see him?
Burt shook his head and said carefully, "Kurt's not remembering everything. The doctor said that he's suffering some memory loss. He doesn't remember the car crash. He's still a bit out of it. He's fragile."
"So I won't talk about the car crash Burt, I'll be sensible, please just let me see him." Blaine pleaded.
Burt opened the door and allowed Blaine to walk in first.
The room looked just like it had yesterday when Blaine had been kicked out by a nurse at midnight. Apart from one small thing. Instead of lying motionless, Kurt was propped up on his pillows staring out of the window absently. Blaine had to stop himself from laughing with joy.
The sun bloomed through the window, catching the silhouette of Kurt's perfect nose and the twinkle of his blue eyes. Blaine wanted to hold him forever and never let anything bad happen to him again. He would protect Kurt and keep him safe.
Blaine dropped his bag on the ground, unable to hold anything, breathing was proving difficult at that point. Kurt glanced around at the thud and stared at Blaine astonished. His amazing blue eyes filled with recognition, love and something Blaine couldn't place – was that fear?
"You?" Kurt asked softly.
It was him. The boy he loved. From his scruffy curls to his perfect lips and those gorgeous tanned hands that had held Kurt's so safely. The boy from his dream world.
But how? How could he be standing there in front of him, hope and joy radiating from his pores, when he was a figment of Kurt's comatose mind? It was impossible.
Blaine's heart melted and he rushed to the side of Kurt's bed, forgetting Burt's advice, "Me. I'm here. I'm so sorry Kurt. I'm never leaving you okay, I'm here."
Kurt's eyes widened in shock and he reached out to trace the side of Blaine's face. Tears were flowing from Blaine's eyes and Kurt wiped one away gently.
"Why are you crying?" he asked in a small voice.
Blaine shook his head in amazement and frustration at the naïve boy before him, "Why? Because I'm so sorry. Because I'm happy. God I've missed you Kurt. I'm sorry about the accident. I'm so…" He faltered realising too late the mistake he had made. But Blaine couldn't take it, he couldn't put into words what he was feeling.
"Why are you sorry? What accident? Who are you?"